Three fifths here

Rob and Betsy went to Stoke On Trent this weekend.  They travelled by train, and Rob's folks picked them up at the other end.  Freddie could have gone with them (that had been the plan) but he didn't want to go.  He's feeling quite fearful at the moment, and said that when he's not near me he feels like he's been lost.  I'm not pushing him to 'get over it', as I think that would make it worse.  
We took it easy.  Freddie *loves* the cartoon series Avatar: The Last Airbender so he watched a lo of those on Netflix.  Meg tootled about playing and dressing up.  We took advantage of a break in the weather to go to the playground.  Freddie spent most of the time in a bowl-shaped roundabout, and we pretended he was in a washing machine.  Fun!